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 FAMILY HISTORY 
 
 -WRITTEN BY- 
 
 C. C. RANDOLPH, 
 
 SALEM, OHIO, R. F. D. No. 2. 
 
 A History of the Ancestors and 
 Relatives of C. C. Randolph. 
 
 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 
 
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FAMILY HISTORY 
 
 -WRITTEN BY- 
 
 C. C. RANDOLPH, 
 
 SALEM, OHIO, R. F. D. No. 2. 
 
 A History of the Ancestors and 
 Relatives of C. C. Randolph. 
 
 ALLIANCE, OHIO : 
 
 THE REVIEW PUBLISHING CO., 
 
 19 08. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 Thif: record is written in the belief that it will interest 
 someone in the aftertime. Since my early boyhood I 
 have taken great interest in the legends and traditions 
 that have been handed down by word of mouth in our 
 family. I have decided to write a short record of the 
 names of the ancestors and some of the relatives of 
 Thompson C. Randolph and Mary A. Randolph, together 
 with some of the deeds done by them and a few stories 
 that we think worthy of preservation, and also make 
 short mention of the Randolphs of the present day. 
 
A HISTORY 
 
 OF THE ANCESTORS 
 AND RELATIVES OF 
 
 C. C. RANDOLPH 
 
 The four children of T. C. and Mary A. Randolph are 
 Irving Holland Randolph, born the 11th of October, 1875. 
 He graduated at Reserve Law School, and is now a 
 successful lawyer in Seattle, was elected city attorney 
 of Georgetown, Wash. He married Miss Ina Taylor. They 
 have two children; 'Mary Randolph was born December 
 1, 1904, and Sarah Randolph, born February 4, 1906. 
 
 Walter Bayliss Randolph was born July 31st, 1865. He 
 is a graduate of Mt. Union College, and is engaged in 
 teaching school. He has. been principal of a number of 
 schools and now resides in Youngstown, Ohio. He mar- 
 ried Miss Minnie King, and they have two children. Re- 
 becca M. Randolph was born March 13th, 1895. Lowell 
 K. Randolph was born February 5th, 1898. 
 
 Minnetta Carroll Randolph was born January 29th, 
 1864. She is single and lives with her parents. To her 
 care in saving old letters and to her good memory of 
 stories told years ago by our aunts and uncles the writer 
 is much indebted; in fact, without her help this work 
 would not have been undertaken. 
 
 Clarence Coulson Randolph was born March 4th, 1861. 
 He has been something of a traveler, having sailed on 
 both oceans and been in Cuba and Old Mexico, besides 
 many states and territories. 
 
 He proved up a claim in Kansas, also one in Okla- 
 homa. He married Miss Cora A. Baughman and they 
 have three children: Homer E. Randolph was born 
 March 1st, 1887; Byron A. Randolph, born August 21st, 
 1888, and Thompson J. Randolph was born the 22nd of 
 January, 1891. 
 
 Thompson Carroll Randolph (the writers father) was 
 born November ii>rl833. He and his sister attended High 
 
School at Salem, Ohio, and completed their education 
 there. In 1855 he took a trip to the then new countries 
 of Kansas and Iowa. He passed down the Ohio and up 
 the Mississippi rivers. Kansas was then in a very un- 
 settled condition on account of the slavery question and 
 he soon returned to Ohio. In 1870 he and his sisters 
 sold the old Randolph home near Lisbon, Ohio, and he 
 joined the colony then settling at Greely, Colo. He and 
 his family were in that city when there were but three 
 frame buildings in the town. The Ute Indians often came 
 to town, where they were civil enough, though it was 
 considered dangerous to meet them out in the lonely 
 mountains. On leaving Greely he went to Kansas, where 
 he had relatives. He staid in Kansas one summer, then 
 the ague and homesickness together caused him to move 
 back to Ohio and settle on the farm where he now re- 
 sides. Thompson C. Randolph was a man of strength 
 and energy in his younger days. In the times when the 
 grain was all harvested with the old-fashioned grain 
 cradle I remember seeing him cradle down six acres of 
 oats in one day. He takes great interest in the Grange 
 and has attended more meetings of Butler Grange than 
 any other member. He and Uncle Job V. Coulson joined 
 the citizen soldiers and helped to capture the rebel Gen- 
 eral John Morgan and forces near Lisbon in the summer 
 of 1863. That is said to have been the greatest day of 
 excitement ever known in this county. Thompson C. 
 Randolph'? eyesight is failing, but he retains his strength 
 remarkably well for a man of his age. 
 
 I will now write of the Coulson family: Mary Ann 
 Coulson was born in Columbiana county, Ohio, Novem- 
 ber 21st, 1833. When she was quite young her parents 
 moved to Carroll county, where her childhood days were 
 spent. Her parents bought a farm and settled near Guil- 
 ford, Ohio, in 1853. She commenced teaching school when 
 she was sixteen years old and taught school for ten 
 years. Though wages were low she saved $300 during 
 this time. She had a very good education for that time 
 and was especially good in spelling and arithmetic. She 
 was married to Thompson C. Randolph in 1860. When 
 the family were in Greely, Colo., she wanted to move on . 
 to California, instead of coming back to Ohio, which 
 might have been wise. She is fond of flowers and spends 
 
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her evenings in reading and sewing. She is less active 
 than she used to be, but is still able to help with the 
 housework. She was seventy-three years old her last 
 birthday. She has two brothers and one sister. 
 
 Her sister, Sarah Ann Coulson, was born in 1830. She 
 taught several terms of school; she was never married, 
 was very independent, and lived many years alone. She 
 was the friend of the unfortunate and was honored and 
 esteemed by all her acquaintances. She was very careful 
 and saving and left quite a little property to her nieces 
 and nephews. After a short illness she died of a fever 
 April 6, 1906, and was buried in Woodsdale cemetery, 
 Columbiana county, Ohio. 
 
 The youngest brother, Job V. Coulson, was born in 
 1840. He was never man-ied and was esteemed by all a 
 good honest young man. He joined the Union army as a 
 volunteer in the Civil war. After serving a short time he 
 died of typhoid fever in the hospital at Nashville, Tenn., 
 in the autumn of 1864. His remains were brought home 
 and now rest in Woodsdale cemetery. 
 
 The oldest brother, George H. Coulson, was born in 
 1836. He was twice married and had three children by 
 his first wife, and one by his second wife. His oldest 
 child is Florence May Coulson, who was a successful 
 school teacher and a fine musician. She married James 
 Bennet Randels, who is now a prominent business man 
 of Anthony, Kansas. He was twice elected recorder of 
 deeds of that county. They have ten children, all strong 
 and hearty. 
 
 The second child, Grace Eva Bell, died when quite 
 young. 
 
 The third child, Ernest Brown Coulson, studied survey- 
 ing at Manhattan, Kansas, and is now a very successful 
 civil engineer. He now owns two fine farms in Oklahoma. 
 He married Jessie McClurg of Manhattan, Kansas. They 
 have no children. 
 
 The only child by the second wife is Leona Coulson, 
 who married Charles Bowen, and now resides at Shattuck, 
 Oklahoma. They have four children. 
 
 The first wife of George H. Coulson was Mary Elois 
 Brown, who died in 1874. 
 
 The second wife was Mrs. Sarah Randels. They now 
 reside at Cherokee, Okla. George H. Coulson was quite 
 
a successful politician. He was elected infirmary director 
 in Ohio and when he lived in Kansas was twice elected 
 to the state legislature by the Populists. In Oklahoma 
 he was once elected to the territorial senate and once 
 elected clerk of Woods county. When a young man he 
 was a successful teacher. 
 
 Mary Ann Coulson's father's name was Jehu Coulson. 
 He was born in 1801, and died of dysentery in 1865. He 
 enjoyed good health until the time that his son died in 
 the army. This great trouble is said to have been the 
 cause of his death. He owned a fine farm near Guilford, 
 Ohio. The writer can remember seeing him throw a 
 club clear over a chestnut tree while out gathering chest- 
 nuts. Jehu Coulson had ten brothers and one sister. All 
 of these twelve children lived to be over forty-eight years 
 of age, and some of them lived to be very old. Jehu 
 Coulson's sister. Tamer, married Mahlon Reeder and two 
 of their children, Anson and Enos, are still living. Of 
 Jehu Coulson's ten brothers, the oldest was Job, born in 
 1799. Then came Anson, Isaac, William, Saul, Hervey, 
 Jabez, John, Samuel and Lot, the youngest, who was born 
 in 1820. Uncle Job was fond of writing poetry, and lived 
 to a great age. Uncle Saul was in fairly good health at 
 the age of 81. He was killed at Kensington, Ohio, by a 
 locomotive while crossing the railroad track after night. 
 Uncle Sam and Uncle Lot were very fond of jokes and 
 stories and believed in having a general good time. When 
 Uncle Sam Coulson was an old man he used to buy butter 
 and eggs and sell groceries. One day he was passing 
 the farm where his nephew. Uncle George H. Coulson, 
 lived, and saw him at work in a field nearby. Uncle 
 Sam took off his hat and put it in the bottom of the 
 wagon; then he whipped up the old horse into a furious 
 run. The old man's long white hair streamed in the 
 wind and he began to scream, "George! help me! help me! 
 my horse is running away!" Uncle George saw the horse 
 running and ran and tried to jump over a hedge fence 
 that was between him and the lane. He lit in the 
 middle of the osage hedge and stuck fast, tearing his 
 overalls nearly off. Uncle Sam stopped his horse and 
 said: "George, what on earth are you doing in that fence?" 
 Uncle Sam once had a horse that was bad to jump 
 fences. He told the writer that he always turned it in the 
 
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cornfield in the evening, for he knew it never staid long 
 in the field where it was put. Uncle Samuel died of 
 heart disease while sitting at the breakfast table. 
 
 The following story is told of Grandfather Jehu Coul- 
 son and Uncle Sam Coulson: The Coulsons had all been 
 Democrats, but during the Civil war Jehu Coulson changed 
 to be a Republican. One evening Jehu thought he would 
 ride over and stay all night with his brother, Uncle Job. 
 Now, Aunt Ruth Coulson, wife of Uncle Job, was a very 
 bitter Democrat, and she abused grandfather most un- 
 reasonably, and after he went to bed he got so mad think- 
 ing over how she had talked that he concluded he would 
 not stay for breakfast, so in the latter part of the night 
 he got up, got his horse and rode over to Uncle Sam 
 Coulson's who lived nearby. A neighbor heard the fol- 
 lowing dialogue: Jehu called, "Hello! hello! Samuel 
 Coulson." Uncle Sam said, "Who is there?" The answer 
 came, "Jehu Coulson." Uncle Same said, "Where is thee 
 from?" The answer came. "Just from perdition." Uncle 
 Sam said, "How is Satan?" The answer came, "Raising 
 thunder." 
 
 Uncle John and Uncle Job Coulson were school teach- 
 ers and Uncle John was twice elected recorder of deeds 
 in the county where he lived in Indiana, and became quite 
 wealthy. 
 
 Jabez Coulson, the father of Jehu, was born in Fayette 
 county, Pennsylvania, in 1774, and died here in Ohio in 
 1853. He served in the war with England in 1812. He 
 was a school teacher when a young man and at the time 
 of his death owned two hundred acres of land. It is re- 
 lated of him that when a small boy at one time his cloth- 
 ing consisted of nothing but a long tow shirt. His older 
 sisters decided that he should not go to church in that 
 costume and gave orders accordingly, but when they ar- 
 rived at the church they found him already there in his 
 tow shirt, sitting on one of the back benches. Another 
 story is that he crept out from under one of the benches 
 wearing his tow shirt after meeting had commenced. 
 Jabez Coulson'? mother, the writer's great great grand- 
 mother, was living with her son, Jehu, in this country 
 at the time of the Indian scare in 1814. The family were 
 preparing to leave, but the old lady would not go unless 
 they took with them a certain feather bed that she was 
 
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much attached to, but she finally gave up to go without 
 It. This Indian scare proved to be a false alarm. Jabez 
 Coulson married Anne Van Horn, a Pennsylvania Dutch 
 lady. She was born in 1778, and died in 1846. We know 
 but little about her family. Her father's name was Wil- 
 liam. It is said of him that during the Revolution he 
 sold his farm in Pennsylvania and had all his property 
 in the form of Continental money at the time it was re- 
 pudiated by the government. He lost it all. The Coul- 
 son's were conservatixe, careful people, and good rea- 
 soners. Jabez Coulson was raised a Quaker, but married 
 out of Meeting. His father was a Toi-y and Jabez told 
 that during the time of the Revolution he could remem- 
 ber hearing his father and older brothers cry, "Hurrah 
 for King George!" 
 
 Jabez was the son of Samuel Coulson, and the family 
 came from Derbyshire, England. The old family record 
 reads: Thomas Coulson lived and died in Derbyshire, 
 England. His son, Joseph, with Margaret, his wife, came 
 to America in 1713 and settled in Germantown, near 
 Philadelphia. In 1715 they both died and their son 
 Thomas (who was born in England in 1703) moved to 
 Cecil county, Maryland, and married Martha Wiley in 
 1725. He died in 1763, and is buried in the old Friends' 
 graveyard in Weft Nottingham, Md. His son, Samuel, 
 was born in 1729, and was married in 1751 to Tamer 
 Allen, daughter of John and Esther Allen, who was born 
 in 1735. Samuel Coulson died in 1776. His wife lived 
 until 1818. This is the old lady who did not want to 
 leave the feather bed behind. Samuel Coulson and family 
 moved into Coloman's Fort, Fayette county, Pennsyl- 
 vania, in 1774, on account of Indian troubles. He had 
 fifteen children, of which Jabez was the youngest. Jabez, 
 who was justice of the peace, and interested in politics, 
 wrote the following poem in 1821: 
 
 My friends, the day is drawing near, 
 Which God of Nature gives. 
 
 For choosing our Senator. 
 Keen candidates are plenty, too. 
 
 On legislation bent. 
 Fifteen or twenty wish to go. 
 
 But Lord knows who'll be sent. 
 
Some talked of starting John again, 
 
 But others think it best 
 To send a plainer-coated man. 
 
 And let the doctor rest. 
 Old Joey, he lies still, for fear 
 
 Of being sore perplexed; 
 But if he takes his wind this year. 
 
 He'll tpeak the better next. 
 Some say that Wilson, Will and Dan, 
 
 Each one a prize will take; 
 While others as sincerely plan 
 
 For Peter, George and Jake. 
 Alex, some say, will scarcely crawl, 
 
 And Ike will run but little; 
 But I say a fair race to all, 
 
 Both Club and Hitabidle. 
 Throw up the reins and let them run. 
 
 Apply the whip and spur. 
 And when the glittering prize is won . 
 
 They'll care for you no more." 
 
 All but two of the eleven sons of Jabez Coulson raised 
 families, so we have many cousins in the world by the 
 name of Coulson, whom we have never seen and who live 
 in many different states. This concludes the record of 
 the Coulson family. 
 
 We will now take up the history of the Holland family. 
 Catherine Holland was born in 1808, and died May 7th, 
 1883. She was buried in Woodsdale cemetery. She mar- 
 ried Jehu Coulson February 4, 1830. She was a woman 
 of great energy, strength of character and natural abil- 
 x'-'j. She was self-educated, having read many good books 
 and had ideas far in advance of her time, and took in- 
 terest in politics. She was fond of reading the history of 
 the Revolutionary war and used to read with interest 
 the novels of Dickens and Scott after she was seventy 
 years of age. The writer used to have many arguments 
 with her on different subjects. • She was a woman of a 
 great deal of magnetism and a strong will. She was a 
 believer in spiritualism. The night that her youngest 
 son. Job V. Coulson, died in Nashville hospital she, not 
 knowing that he was sick, dreamed that he came home 
 and she heard him walk upon the porch, come into the 
 
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kitchen and then into her room. She raised up in bed to 
 shake hands with him, but when the touched his hand it 
 was icy cold and she woke up and said she knew that 
 Job was dead. She awakened the family, but they did 
 not believe it. They told her it was but a dream. In a 
 few minutes the clock struck three. In a short time they 
 received the news that Job had died that night. A nurse 
 went around the patients in the hospital at half past two 
 o'clock and Job was still living. He went around again at 
 half past three and Job was dead, so he must have died 
 about the time she dream of him. One time her son, 
 Uncle George, fell from a cherry tree and was badly 
 hurt several miles from home. She knew at once there 
 was something the matter with George; she could not 
 tell just what, but she knew he was in trouble. When 
 wireless telegraphy and thought transference are better 
 understood possibly these strange things can be explained. 
 The writer visited Catherine Coulson about two months 
 before her death. She told him that it was not likely 
 that she would live long, but that she did not fear death. 
 She only dreaded the pain she might have to endure be- 
 fore death. She believed in a future life in the spirit 
 land. She told the writer that if it was in any way pos- 
 sible to send or bring him a message from the spirit land 
 that she would do so. Twenty-three years have passed 
 since then and still no message from dear old grand- 
 mother. Catherine Coulson died of consumption in her 
 seventy-fifth year. When seventy-two years of age she 
 was quite a strong woman. She had nine sisters and 
 brothers, several of them dying young. The girls were 
 Susanna, Sarkh and Hannah. Susanna married Robert 
 Miller. Sarah married Joseph Reeder and Hannah mar- 
 ried Uncle Saul Coulson. The boys were William, John, 
 Samuel May and Lewis. William was not successful in 
 business, but lived to be quite old. John was a great 
 wanderer and was unmarried. He disappeared in a mys- 
 terious manner while selling a patent right he had in- 
 vented. It was thought he either died of the cholera or 
 was murdered. He left some property and it was thought 
 that he owned some mineral land in Virginia, but this 
 land was never found. Uncle George Coulson and others 
 went down there, but could not find it. Samuel May 
 went to California in 1849, but never made a fortune. 
 
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He lived to be quite old and died in California. Lewis 
 died when a young man. 
 
 Catherine Holland's mother's name was Sarah Finley. 
 She was born in the state of New York and had seen 
 George Washington and heard cannon fired in the Revo- 
 lutionary war. She died in 1855, in the eighty-fourth year 
 of her age. She was an orphan and was raised by her 
 uncle. She was a lineal descendant of William White, 
 who came over in the Mayflower to New England in 
 1620. Catherine's father's name was Samuel Holland. 
 He came to New Lisbon in 1804, from Philadelphia, after- 
 wards moving to Hanover, where he run a carding ma- 
 chine, and it is said he sometimes run this machine on 
 Sunday. Some of his Presbyterian friends took him to 
 task for this, saying, "The Lord made the world in six 
 days and on the seventh day he rested." Samuel re- 
 marked that it would have been just as good a plan if 
 he had spent the seventh day levelling down some of the 
 large hills that were so plentiful in that vicinity." Samuel 
 Holland died of a bilious fever in 1840. He was sixty- 
 eight years of age and was a Hicksite Quaker. His 
 father once owned some of the land that Philadelphia 
 now stands on. Hi.^ mother was captured by the Indians 
 when she was twelve years old. She was adopted into 
 the family of the Chief and was well treated; she lived 
 with the Indians for three years. After she escaped to 
 her own people her Indian father and mother sent her a 
 cake to eat as a present, after trying to coax her back 
 to live with them. She fed the cake to a dog and it died 
 of poison. We have neither record nor tradition of the 
 way she was captured, and the story of her escape is 
 but a faded recollection. It seems there were several 
 white children living with her among the Indians and they 
 were helping the squaws to hoe corn. The white people 
 sent some friendly Indians to them as a decoy. They 
 told the children to run for their lives to a place in the 
 woods, where the whites were hidden. There was one 
 white boy eighteen years old, who had married an Indian 
 girl and would not leave the Indians. We have lost our 
 Great Great Grandmother Holland's first name, and her 
 father's name, together with the time and place of this 
 event. It is supposed to have been near Philadelphia. 
 
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The Holland family were of Welsh descent. Tradition 
 and written record have handed down to us but little 
 concerning our Holland forebears. This concludes the 
 Holland family history. 
 
 This is the record of the Randolph family. Thompson 
 C. Randolph had one sister, six half-sisters and one half- 
 brother. His sister, Lydia Anne Randolph, was born Jan. 
 16th, 1832, and died April 7th, 1906. Her death was 
 caused by bronchial pneumonia, after a sickness of nearly 
 a week. She was buried at Copley Center, Summit 
 county, Ohio. In 1869 she was married to William Wag- 
 goner, who was a Federal soldier in the Civil war. He 
 was a bricklayer by trade; also a school teacher, justice 
 of the peace, and in later years a successful farmer. 
 They lived until her death on their farm near Copley, 
 Ohio. She was never a strong woman physically, but 
 had a very strong will and great energy, and could accom- 
 plish a wonderful amount of work. She was possesed 
 of sound, practical business sense. While she had no 
 children of her own, yet she was a mother to everyone 
 who needed help and protection. 
 
 She was a woman almost without fear and was very 
 independent. While she was always ready to help others, 
 yet even in her last sickness she was in constant fear that 
 she would cause Inconvenience to someone. She had no 
 faith whatever in the religion of the present time. Our 
 present popular beliefs and theories were to her nothing 
 more than a collection of Santa Claus stories that some 
 grown-up people still believed in. She had been weak 
 physically for some years but mental weakness never 
 seemed to overtake her like it does so many old people; 
 her mind seemed strong and clear even at the beginning 
 of her last sickness. I copy the following thoughts from 
 one of the last letters ever written by her: 
 
 "The old people whore lives reach back into the early 
 part of the nineteenth century will soon be gone; I often 
 wonder whether the world won't miss the steadying touch 
 of the men and women who lived "the simple life." It 
 seems to me it has been missing it more and more for sev- 
 eral years past as their ranks have thinned; perhaps they 
 will come back to it as time passes." 
 
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Lydia Ann Waggoner was a school teacher before she 
 married; when she worked too hard, which was often, 
 she would excuse herself by saying that people rusted 
 out much quicker than they wore out by hard work. Her 
 personality was strong and positive and she took such 
 an active part in everything that her sudden death came 
 as a great shock to her many friends. Her husband. Uncle 
 William, has been very sad since then and while we all 
 miss her very much still we are glad to know that she did 
 not have to suffer much pain in her last sickness, and 
 while we know not what may happen to the friends she 
 has left behind, yet we all believe that everything is well 
 with her. 
 
 The six half-sisters of Thompson C. Randolph were 
 named: Elizabeth Anne, Lucy, Sarah Lupton, Mary, Jane 
 and Ruth Lupton, and the half-brother's name was John. 
 Elizabeth Anne was born on the old Randolph homestead 
 four miles west of Lisbon, in 1806, and died ct. 27, 1880. 
 She was a good woman, very industrious and fond of 
 feeding the stock and working out of doors. She once 
 told the writer that she could remember the great Indian 
 scare in 1814, when so many families left this county on a 
 false alarm. She was always ready to care for the sick 
 and took very good care of her aged father. She never 
 married. Her death was caused by paralysis, and she was 
 sick but a short time. 
 
 Lucy was born In 1808 and died in Belmont county, 
 Ohio, of typhoid fever in 1834. She was engaged to be 
 married. She died at one o'clock in the afternoon. There 
 was an old clock in the Randolph house near Lisbon that 
 had not run fear years, and several members of the family 
 heard it strike one just at the time she died. 
 
 Sarah Lupton was born in 1809, and died of typhoid 
 fever in 1835. She was buried at Woodsdale cemetery, 
 as were the other half-sisters, except Lucy. She never 
 married. 
 
 Mary was born in 1811. She married Morris Walton 
 in 1835, and died in 1836 from injuries received while 
 horseback riding. 
 
 Jane was born in 1813, and died in 1835. She, too, 
 died of the fever that was so prevalent then. The doc- 
 tors did not understand treating it as they do now. She 
 never married. 
 
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Ruth Lupton was born in 1816, and died of consump- 
 tion after long suffering in 1883. She never married. 
 She made great pets of the writer and his sister and 
 brothers, and used to tell us many stories of the early 
 settlement of Columbiana county. She told the writer 
 that the last time the six sisters were all at home to- 
 gether they went out in the yard under a walnut tree 
 and wondered when they would all meet again. When 
 Aunt Ruth was young the tried hard to get an education 
 and used to study grammar while she run the spinning 
 wheel. She wrote poetry. She had a cough for over 
 twenty years before she died. She suffered much during 
 the last winters of her life, but in summer she would be 
 quite comfortable. She was so unfortunate as to loose 
 an eye by being struck by a splinter of wood when she 
 was a little girl. She and Aunt Anne made their home 
 with Thompson C. Randolph during the last ten years 
 of their lives. 
 
 John William B. Randolph, the half-brother, was born 
 in 1814, and died in 1S78 at the Shaking Quaker Com- 
 munity in New York state. The writer used to accompany 
 Uncle John on hunting and fishing trips and listened to 
 stories of the early days, and also Indian stories that his 
 father had told him. He married Sarah Galbraith, and 
 they had one child, a boy, named Lundy, who died 
 young. Uncle John was a carpenter. He died suddenly 
 of paralysis. 
 
 William Baylis Randolph, the writer's grandfather, was 
 born in Prince William county, Virginia, in 1778, and died 
 in Columbiana county, Ohio, in 1863. His death was caused 
 by a severe cold. When he was three years old his par- 
 ents . moved to Jefferson county, Kentucky. Shortly after- 
 wards his mother and little brother were killed by the 
 Indians, and his father took him back to "Virginia, to his 
 Uncle William Baylis, with whom he lived until he was 
 of age tp learn a trade. When he was ten years old he 
 had a white swelling in his heel, which made him a 
 cripple for life. He learned the stone mason trade, and 
 learned to talk Dutch from some of the masons he worked 
 with. The man he served his apprenticeship with for 
 three years to learn his trade was named William Gillum, 
 and the agreement was that grandfather was to have 
 fifty dollars and a freedom suit of clothes when the time 
 was up. Gillum would not do as he had agreed to, and 
 
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as grandfather kept asking him !for the money and 
 clothes, he made up his mind one day to whip grand- 
 father at a blacksmith shop. Grandfather, though a crip- 
 ple, was active and threw Gillum down and his face was 
 cut by some cinders. The men at the shop interferred 
 and would not let them fight, because grandfather was 
 a cripple. Gillum then started to whip all of grand- 
 father's relations. His uncles were old Revolutionary 
 joldiers and they drew knives on Gillum. He then at- 
 tacked Jack Baylis, a cousin of grandfather's, who was 
 only eighteen years old. He would not fight until cor- 
 nered up in a store, when he sprang at Gillum and 
 knocked him down. Gillum got up and said, "You do very 
 well for a boy, but I will learn you something." Jack 
 Baylis said, "Let me alone, for I know now that I can 
 whip you." Gillum came at him again and was knocked 
 down and so kicked and bruised that he never got over 
 it, dying about a year afterwards. 
 
 Jack Baylis was the son of William Baylis. He was 
 somewhat inclined to be wild. He organized a company 
 to go to the War of 1S12, and the company was named 
 The Yellow Boys, but we are not certain whether they 
 went to the front. 
 
 In the summer of 180.5 grandfather married Lydia 
 Lupton, who was born in 1777, and died in 1829. About 
 this time he visited southern Ohio in search of land. 
 One night his feet were badly frozen. Another time he 
 staid all night with a Dutchman, whose wife told her hus- 
 band in Dutch to trade their blind horse to the stranger 
 next morning. In the morning when the man wanted to 
 trade horfes grandfather said: "I must try riding your 
 horse." He rode him into a brush heap, and then told 
 the man in Dutch what his wife had told him the night 
 before. The man said, "Why did you not tell us you 
 understood Dutch?" Grandfather hated the institution of 
 slavery, and in the fall of 1805 he and his bride moved 
 from Virginia to Lisbon, Ohio, where they arrived with 
 seventy-five cents in money and a set of mason's tools. 
 They located soon after on the old Randolph homestead, 
 four miles west of Lisbon, which cost them $1.25 per 
 acre and an immense amount of labor to clear part of it. 
 Part of this land now belong to Peter Willard. Grand- 
 father worked at his trade much of the time building 
 old-fashioned fire places and chimneys for the settlers. 
 
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They endured many hardships. At one time they had 
 nothing hut beans in the house to eat. One day a wolf 
 chased the cow and she ran and put her head in the door 
 of the log house. One morning at three o'clock grand- 
 father started to mill with a sack of corn on his shoulder. 
 As he was crossing the West Fork of Beaver a panther 
 screamed in a thicket near him. His dog, which was 
 half wolf, would not go near it. It was killed by hunters 
 next day. When he was working at his trade in Hanover 
 he dreamed one night that his wife was lost in the 
 woods. He went to sleep and dreamed the same thing 
 a second time and a third time. He then borrowed a 
 mule and went home. His wife had got lost while hunt- 
 ing the cows. She heard the wolves howl around her and 
 at last she heard a dog bark and wandered up Cold Run 
 creek, to where Charles Mason lived, and they brought 
 her home. 
 
 Grandfather and a friend once bought a drove of 
 sheep in southern Ohio. They wanted to move them on 
 Sunday, but there was a very strict Presbyterian deacon 
 living on the road, whom they were afraid might stop 
 them, as the Sunday law was strict. Grandfather said, 
 "We will fix the Deacon." When they got near his houss 
 he had his friend tie up his head and hang onto his sad- 
 dle as though he was very sick. When the old Deacon 
 came out grandfather left his friend behind and rode 
 ahead of the sheep. The old Deacon said: "I want you 
 to understand this is the Lord's day." Grandfather said, 
 "I know it is, but nobody on the road will keep us over 
 Sunday, but we knew you were such a good man you 
 would keep us. The reason that nobody will keep us is 
 because my friend and partner is taking the smallpox." 
 The old Deacon began to back off and yell, "Don't come 
 near me; you can't stop here; you will have to go on; 
 you can't stop here." And they went on, as ordered, and 
 were glad to get away from the Deacon, and he seemed 
 glad to see them go. 
 
 In 1824 there was what was called "The Great Hail- 
 storm." Very large hail fell and many trees were blown 
 down. Grandfather was out in a field and started to the 
 house as the storm commenced; the wind caught and 
 blew him along. He measured his tracks the next day 
 in the plowed ground and found that in some places he 
 had taken eighteen feet at a step. In the time of slavery 
 
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grandfather, and father, too, helped to carry on what 
 was called the "Underground Railroad." They helped 
 slaves to escape from the South to Canada. Grandfather 
 taught school In Virginia, and here also. He was well 
 known all over the county, and some of his comic 
 speeches were long remembered in the neighborhood. 
 Long before the Rebellion he had predicted that slavery 
 would cause this country to be soaked in blood. He was 
 very feeble for some years before his death. He remem- 
 bered seeing his father kill the two Indians the time his 
 mother and little brother were killed, and used to tell 
 the story to father and Uncle John. When he was young 
 he used to hunt coons in Virginia with a pack of dogs 
 and a negro boy. One night the dogs treed a wildcat 
 and he thought it was a coon. The boy climbed up and 
 shook the wildcat off a limb. It and the dogs rolled over 
 and over in their fight, and in trying to get out of their 
 way grandfather fell backwards over a log and wildcat 
 and dogs rolled over him before he could get up. The 
 wildcat escaped. Grandfather was raised in the Church 
 of England, but died a member of no church. Two years 
 after his first wife's death he married the writer's grand- 
 mother, Deborah Carroll. He made but one trip back 
 to Virginia from this state. Burn's "Highland Mary" was 
 his favorite poem. He rests in Woodsdale cemetery. 
 
 Grandfather had one half-sister and one half-brother, 
 besides the boy killed by the Indians. The sister was 
 named Mary, and was born in 1800. We do not know 
 the date of her death. In 1823 she married a Mr. Davis. 
 They moved to Missouri and settled in Callaway county. 
 They raised several children and one of their sons visited 
 at grandfather's in 1855, and also with his uncle in Vir- 
 ginia. He was named Matthew Kirg Davis. The last 
 we heard from them was in 1872, and they had left Calla- 
 way county. 
 
 The brother's name was John. In 1823 he married a 
 woman by the name of Fraiser, who is said to have been 
 rich. It is told of him that he climbed a tree one night 
 and beat a panther out of the tree with a club. When 
 single he followed freighting with a team and wagon. 
 Afterward he kept a store and became wealthy. He 
 owned much land, many negroes and several stores. He 
 is said to have been worth at one time $120,000. He had 
 
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six children by his first wife, and none by the second 
 wife. He is said to have been a very good man, but 
 somewhat addicted to drink. He died very suddenly in 
 the fall of 1S61. He lived all his life in Virginia. He 
 had three girls and three boys. Of the girls we are told 
 only that they married well. We have letters from the 
 three boys to grandfather. The oldest was named James 
 Fraiser Randolph. He was well to do, but died in middle 
 life. The second was named John Thompson Randolph. 
 He was a Baptist minister and wrote a very nice letter. 
 He may possibly be living yet. The third was named 
 William Henry Randolph. He, like the others, was of 
 high standing in society, and at the beginning of the war 
 he entered the Confederate army as a captain of cavalry. 
 He was killed at the battle of Gaines' Mill on June 27th, 
 1862. He left one son, who was raised by his mother's 
 father, a Mr. Hogshead. The son's name was John Mar- 
 shall H. Randolph. A few years ago my brother wrote to 
 the postmaster at Middlebrook, Va., where these Ran- 
 dolphs all lived, and was told that this son was still living 
 there. 
 
 The father of William B. Randolph was Thompson 
 Randolph, who was the son of John and Anne Randolph. 
 He was born May 30th, 1746, and died in 1826. Of his 
 youth we know but little. He is said to have been a very 
 powerful man and could lift a thirty-two gallon barrel of 
 whiskey off the ground, hold it up and drink out of 
 the bunghole. The date of his marriage with Anne Baylis 
 is uncertain, but is isupposed to have been about 1770. 
 In 1780 he joined a party that settled in Jefferson county, 
 Kentucky. The party was led by Captain Kinchlowe, 
 who was a drunkard. As they passed down the Ohio 
 river they stopped one day and tied their boats to some 
 trees along the bank at the mouth of Salt river, and the 
 men went in search of game. William B. Randolph, then 
 two years old, fell into the river, and must have been 
 drowned, for there was no man there but the drunken 
 captain; but Thompson Randolph was returning, and 
 hearing the women scream, he ran to the river and after 
 diving the second time caught his boy by the arm and 
 brought him out, where he was with some difllculty re- 
 vived. This colony settled on Simpson creek, near Salt 
 river, and built a stockade fort with their cabins inside. 
 
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This was called Kinchlowe station, afterwards known 
 as the Burnt station. There is in our possession an old 
 manuscript, written for William B. Randolph, giving an 
 account of his father's fight with the Indians at the time 
 his mother and little brother was killed, and some other 
 events that happened before that time. Here is a copy 
 of the old record: 
 
 "An account of Thompson Randolph's Defeat. Being set- 
 tled at Kinchlowe station, Jefferson county, Kentucky, 
 where he lived two years. In the course of this time he 
 with two others, Banfield and McCallum, went to a lick to 
 kill venison. McCallum, being foremost, was taken for an 
 Indian and shot by a white man named David Glenn. In 
 the last year Randolph and Robert Peaks were going to 
 ^■■M/]/^' - Bone's Station with salt, were fired on by a party of In- 
 dians, who were lying behind a log not over twenty 
 yards distant, and Robert Peaks was wounded through 
 the thigh. A party of white men pursuing the Indians, 
 the next day coming up with three of them, w^ho had been 
 stealing horses, fired on them and killed one, w^ho was 
 the son of a Chief, for which the Indians determined to 
 destroy the Station at the risk of their lives. Accord- 
 ingly in the year 1782 the garrison was attacked October 
 1st, between midnight and daybreak by upwards of three 
 hundred Shawnee Indians. They broke open the gates of 
 the garrison and got in, the fort being surrounded by 
 them, which rendered it almost impossible for one person 
 to escape. The inhabitants were overpowered and a 
 number were killed and made prisoners. Randolph's 
 wife and youngest child being killed, and finding himself 
 surrounded with danger, tried to make his escape and 
 carry off the only child living. For this purpose he opened 
 the roof of his house and in getting down he was caught 
 by two Indians, who wished to make him prisoner, but he 
 being strong, and finding themselves not able to tie him, 
 one of them put the muzzle of his gun to Randolph's 
 breast, which missed fire. The latter, with a sudden 
 effort, drew his gun from the other Indian and he shot 
 the Indian who tried to shoot him. The other in trying 
 to kill Randolph, stuck his knife under his eye; the latter 
 drew the knife from the Indian and stabbed him, putting 
 the knife up to the handle in him. Then taking his child 
 from the roof where he had left him, and in making his 
 escape had a number of guns fired at him, yet not one 
 
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ball wounded him, though several passed through his 
 clothing. Then a party of Indians pursued him, and must 
 have taken him but for a brush fence tnat had a narrow^ 
 passage, where he passed through, and the Indians miss- 
 ing it, got tangled in the brush, which advantage enabled 
 him to carry his child a quarter of a mile, where, being 
 pursued by the savages, was obliged to conceal himself 
 and child between two logs, where, after lying some time, 
 a white dog came to him. He, supposing the Indians 
 might follow it, struck it with his gun, which caused it 
 to change its course and immediately after some Indians 
 were seen following it. By this time the Indians having 
 plundered the garrison and got all they wanted, set it 
 on fire by throwing hemp on the houses. Daylight appear- 
 ing and the woods being full of Indians, Randolph, on 
 account of his child, was compelled to remain between 
 the logs all that day. The night coming on, he made 
 an attempt to escape and going some little distance he 
 heard some bells. He concluded he would catch a horse 
 and make his escape more easy. He left his child at the 
 root of a tree and went toward the bells that the Indians 
 were rattling to decoy white people, but before he got 
 to the place his child (being surprised by the white dog, 
 that came suddenly to him) screamed aloud, which 
 alarmed Randolph and caused him to fly to his aid, fearing 
 some savage had caught him. When coming to his child 
 and finding some Indians in pursuit oi him, he took up 
 his child and after running a considerable distance must 
 have been taken but for the dog, which attacked and 
 fought them most furiously, until being much hurt by 
 them, was forced to fly, by which means he escaped with 
 his child. A short time afterward Randolph with a party 
 of men, who were headed by General Clarke, pursued the 
 Indians and destroyed the New Chillicothe Town." 
 
 Thus ends this old record, unsigned by the author's 
 name, and we do not know who he was. 
 
 I now give the account of his fight with the Indians 
 as it was told by Thompson Randolph to my grandfather, 
 and as we have it by tradition. Thompson Randolph de- 
 fended his cabin with two old Kentucky rifies (my brother, 
 Walter, now has one of them, the other was lost that 
 night). His wife loaded one gun while he fired through 
 the porthole in the door with the other. It is supposed 
 
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he shot several Indians, but they finally got a small og 
 and ran with it endwise against the door; seeing that the 
 door would be broken in, he told his wife to take the baby 
 and open the window that opened outside of the stockade 
 She opened the window and tried to get out, but she and 
 the child were shot dead by one of two Indians who were 
 outside of the stockade. Randolph then took his son and 
 the loaded rifle and opening the roof got out where the 
 two Indians were, leaving his boy on the roof. He held 
 his rifle in his left hand; the Indians at first tried to tie 
 him but he threw the big Indian down into a place where 
 they had got out clay to make mortar for the cabin; the 
 little Indian fell on both of them; the big Indian grunted 
 and was very mad; they .oon struggled to their feet. The 
 little Indian's gun not being loaded, he tried to take 
 Randolph's gun away from him, but just as the big In- 
 dians gun missed fire Randolph pulled his gun away from 
 the small Indian and shot the big one dead. When the 
 little Indian made a pass at his throat with a knife he 
 threw up his hand, but was cut in the side of the head. 
 He then caught the Indian's knife blade in his hand and 
 taking it away from the Indian, cut him open with it. 
 but his own hand was badly cut. The Indian ran around 
 in a circle screaming. Taking his son from the roof he 
 ran to a small opening in the brush fence that was around 
 the clearing. The Indians who pursued him missed finding 
 this opening and thus he gained a little time and con- 
 _ (i/^^^\^>eaded himself and child in a log heap between two 
 logs, where they stayed till morning and all the next day. 
 He tore up part of his shirt to tie up his head, as he was 
 losing much blood. The second night he heard some bells 
 ringing and thought he would try to catch a horse, but 
 before he got to where the bells were ringing he heard 
 a shot and a white man scream. "Oh, God, I'm shot!" 
 While he was hunting a horse a white dog that belonged 
 to Ausburn Bland came to his child and caused him to 
 scream. He ran back to his child, but some Indians fol- 
 lowed him, and he and the child would have been captured 
 but the white dog turned and fought the Indians savagely, 
 thus enabling Randolph and his child to hide in the dark- 
 ness. They afterwards escaped to Cox's Station, which 
 was about six miles distant. 
 
 Randolph's fight with the Indians is spoken of in 
 if/l _!iEearj;s-Life of Daniel Boone." -Heart-makes the mi: take 
 
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of using the name Thomas instead of Thompson. The 
 place and the incidents spoken of are all the same. 
 
 There are some other stories in connection with this 
 fight which we have by tradition. Ausburn Bland, a 
 cousin of Thompson Randolph, had in his possession a 
 paint box that was taken from the body of the chief's 
 son, who had been killed some time before. Bland clubbed 
 his empty gun and fought the Indians in front of his 
 cabin, knocking them down right and left. He called ii». 
 a loud voice, "Is Girtty here, boys." Simon Girtty (tho 
 white renegade) was an old acquaintance of Bland. He is 
 supposed not to have been with the Indians on that raid. 
 Bland was finally made prisoner, but the Indians did not 
 know which cabin he came out of. He was taken to 
 Canada and exchanged. His wife was captured in the 
 cabin where the paint box was found, and was condemned 
 to be burned alive, but she escaped at night and climbed 
 up a hollow stump and crawled down inside. The In- 
 dians passed by the stump but did not find her. In climb- 
 ing out after the Indians were gone her foot was badly 
 cut by a sharp splinter, so that she was very lame. She 
 reached Cox's Station in a starving condition. It is said 
 there was a report that one of the other stations was to 
 be attacked by Indians and part of the men had gone 
 from Kinchlowe Station to defend the other station, which 
 left but nine men to defend it. It is said that there was 
 but three persons that "escaped without being killed or 
 captured that night. 
 
 We have it by tradition that the time Randolph and 
 Robert Peaks were fired on by Indians and Peaks was 
 wounded, they escaped on horseback. Peaks was riding 
 one horse and leading another; they came to a creek and 
 the horse he was leading pulled back and would not cross 
 the water; the Indians were in pursuit and Randolph told 
 Peaks to pull the bridle off of the horse he was leading 
 and it would follow. Peaks was so excited and scared that 
 he pulled the bridle off the horse he was riding instead of 
 the one he was leading, but in spite of this mistake they 
 made good their escape. 
 
 The stOry is told that Randolph, Bland and another 
 man were out hunting. Bland and the other man were 
 ahead and found a fresh bunch of leaves and part of a 
 deer in it; Randolph looked up in the tree above and 
 
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saw a panther about to spring on them. He shot the 
 panther and it fell at their feet. 
 
 Thompson Randolph, after his wife's death, sent grand- 
 father back to Virginia to his wife's brothers. He then 
 went in company with Daniel Boone and others to destroy 
 the Indian town of New Chillicothe in Ohio. After the 
 Indians were routed Randolph saw an Indian boy running 
 from a white man. Randolph ran to save the boy, but 
 did not get there in time. The story Uncle John told 
 was that he had some words with and came near having 
 a fight with the man who had killed the helpless Indian 
 
 boy. 
 
 After hunting Indians a while Randolph followed the 
 sea for some years, then married a Scotch woman and 
 with three slaves to work for him passed his remaining 
 years on a small farm in Virginia. I here copy a letter 
 from him to grandfather: 
 
 Prince William County, Virginia, 4th April, 1814. 
 
 Dear Son: As I have never had any letter nor any 
 authentic intelligence from you since the 1st of March, 
 1813, I feel at sometimes serious apprehensions for you 
 and your family, as you reside in that part of the country 
 where war, with all her concommitants are prevailing, 
 but we are not yet deprived of the hope that you have 
 escaped the misfortunes of numbers of the inhabitants 
 of the Western country, but your silence on the subject 
 naturally creates apprehensions which we cannot account 
 for. I have (after long waiting for an answer to my letter 
 to you) taken the opportunity of writing to you, and in- 
 form you that your friends and relations in this part of 
 the country are generally well at present. As to myself, 
 I feel very sensibly the effects of age, with the infirimities 
 attending thereon. The rheumatics still follow me, but. 
 thank God, I am still able to go about and at times enjoy 
 as good health as a person of my age could expect. Death 
 is daily depriving us of some of our fellow mortals in 
 this part of the country, particularly the aged. In this 
 settlement, within a few days past, has died Mr. Benjamin 
 Cooper, Mr. McGregor, and Col. Alexander, and on every 
 side of us they appear to be dropping off like leaves in 
 autumn. 
 
 The price of produce has been very low at our markets 
 for some time past, and all necessaries, together with 
 
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luxurious articles, are very high. Salt at liresent is two 
 pence per bushel, sugar two pence per pound, and gro- 
 ceries in general in proportion. The embargo laid early 
 in the session of congress has been raised and 'tis prob- 
 able that some articles will be cheaper, but I do not ex- 
 pect that the price of produce will be enhanced much, as 
 the new crop is coming on. We are obliged to keep n 
 standing army at Norfolk, as the British fleet continues in 
 the Chesapeake bay. This county has been called on to 
 furnish her quota of men, who are serving their Lime. 
 
 Your brother, John, still continues wagoning; he has 
 not been at home 'Since June, last. The last letter we 
 had from him was dated at Richmond, December, last. 
 He was then well. We have not heard from him since, 
 and cannot inform you where he is, or what he is doing 
 I do not know of anything more at present worthy of youf 
 information, but hope if you should receive this letter you 
 answer it immediately and direct your letters to Dum 
 Fries, as we shall get them sooner from there than any 
 other postoffice. So I shall conclude, with a father's af- 
 fection to you and your wife and children. Your step- 
 mother and sister Mary desires to be remembered to 
 you and yours. I am and ever shall remain your afc. 
 father, THOMPSON RANDOLPH. 
 
 The father of Thompson Randolph was John Randolph. 
 We know not the date of his birth or death. His wife's 
 name was Anne. He had two sons besides Thompson, 
 who were named John and William. But one story con- 
 cerning him is handed down to us. He belonged to the 
 Church of England ad was opposed to the rough dances 
 of the neighborhood. One morning very early two of his 
 boys returned from a dance, and thinking to make their 
 father believe they had just arisen they carried in a load 
 of wood for the fireplace. He said, "Ah, ha! my fine 
 hearties, you are up early this morning," and reached for 
 his blacksnake whip. The boys got out of the door ahead 
 of him. Now there was a large ditch on the farm they 
 lived on; it was about a rod wide and so deep a man 
 could not climb up the sides of it. The boys had prac- 
 ticed jumping this ditch and at once ran for it and cleared 
 it at a single bound. The old gentleman, in hot pursuit, 
 thought he could jump as far as the boys, but fell short 
 and slid down into the ditch and had to go down the ditch 
 
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a half mile before he could get out. What he did to the 
 boys when he finally caught them is not recorded, but can 
 be easily imagined. 
 
 John Randolph of Roanoke and some other Randolphs 
 claimed descent from Pocahontas, the Indian Princess, 
 but we find no evidence that would admit our branch of 
 the family to make this claim. It is believed that our 
 family is descended from William Randolph of Turkey 
 Island, who came from England to Virginia in 1660. Ran- ^ <'^- 
 dolph is a Saxon name. It is claimed the first Randolphs 7^ irC/.^_ 
 to enter England were North Men, who had settled in , — ^-- 
 Normandy, and who aided William the Conqueror at the ^-^^-^r-^ 
 battle of Hastings in 1066. In this battle the Norman sol- 
 diers claim that the Saxons barked like dogs. The Ran- 
 dolph name is founded among the nobility of England 
 ever since that day. 
 
 Anne Randolph, daughter of John and Jane Baylis 
 (the lady killed by the Indians), was born in August, 
 1755. We know but little concerning her. Grandfather 
 told that he could remember seeing his mother cry to go 
 back to Virginia when they were at Kinchlowe Station 
 She was only twenty-seven years old when she was killed. 
 Her fate waiS most sad and her name should not be for- 
 gotten by her descendants. She played her part bravely 
 on that awful night, for in spite of excitement she loaded 
 the gun properly that killed the big Indian, and thus 
 saved the lives of her son and husband. Her mother 
 belonged to the noted Blackburn family, who can trace 
 their record back to the time when the land now occupied 
 in part by the town of Blackburn in England was be- 
 stowed on Gamaliel De Blackburn, who came over from 
 Normandy with William the Conquerer. Her first cousin 
 married Bushrod Washington, a nephew of General Wash- 
 ington. 
 
 John Baylis was the son of William Baylis. He also 
 had a brother William, who was a soldier in the Revo- 
 lution. John Baylis' wife was Jane Blackburn, daughter 
 of Col. Richard Blackburn, of Ripon, England, who died 
 in Virginia. Here is part of the epitaph on his tombstone: 
 
 "Here lieth the body of Col. Richard Blackburn, who 
 departed this life July 15th, 1757, in the fifty-second year 
 of his age. He came from Ripon, Eng., to Va., where by 
 prudence, frugality and industry he made a large fortune. 
 
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He was followed to his grave by his inseparable friend, 
 the Hon. William Fairfax, and other gents of distinction, 
 together with his disconsolate relatives." 
 
 This monument is dedicated to his memory by his 
 friend, John Baylis. 
 
 John Baylis was killed in a duel in 1765. A woman 
 had beaten her female slave to death. Baylis was a jus- 
 tice of the King and It was his place to have the woman 
 brought to a trial. Her son was going to challenge Baylis 
 to a duel, but backed down. Then Cuthbert Bullit (her 
 son-in-law) took it up and challenged Baylis to fight. Both 
 men were known to be dead shots, but Baylis was killed, 
 while Bullit was unhurt. Some time after Baylis' second 
 got drunk and told that he had been bribed not to put a 
 ball in Baylis' pistol when he loaded it. The friends of 
 Baylis were enraged and intended to kill Bullit on sight, 
 but he left the country very quickly. 
 
 The executor of John Baylis' estate had to give a 
 $20,000 bond, while the Col. Blackburn estate executor 
 had to give a $30,000 bond. 
 
 John Baylis had two tons, Henry, the youngest, who 
 was a major in the Continental army, and was called 
 Major Harry Baylis. He had a pension in his old age 
 and still has descendents in Virginia. 
 
 William Baylis, the oldest, was the man who raised 
 grandfather. He was first a lieutenant and then a cap- 
 tain in the Continental army, and was in the battles of 
 Brandywine, Monmouth, Germantown, and the affair of 
 Paulus Hook near New York (now Jersey City), where he 
 was slightly wounded. He was with the main army unde'- 
 General Washington and was one winter at Valley Forge 
 and the next winter at the huts at Middlebrook, N. J. 
 We have this record from the pension office at Wash- 
 ington: 
 
 Happy Creek, Dec. 26, 1830. 
 
 I hereby certify that Captain William Baylis, formerly 
 of Frederick county, Virginia, now of Kentucky, com- 
 manded a company of Militia at Yorktown, and until the 
 end of the war. (Signed) 
 
 JOHN MARSHALL. 
 
 William Baylis had a pension in his old age of twenty 
 dollars a month. It is told that when William and Henry 
 Baylis were fighting Cornwallis near Yorktown they no- 
 
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ticed an English captain standing on a fence to direct his 
 men. So they (being in a clearing) got up on stumps 
 the better to handle their men. When Baron Steuben 
 (the American commander) came ai'ound he made them 
 get down off their stumps. He said, "You want to be 
 
 d n fools because that English captain is." William 
 
 Baylis moved to Reeves county, Missouri, where he died 
 in 1843, being eighty-four years of age. He had an uncle 
 William Baylis, who was a soldier in the French and 
 Indian war and also the Revolutionary. 
 
 The record of the Randolphs will be concluded by a 
 poem written just after Groundhog day by Walter B. 
 Randolph : 
 
 A keen old seer is the groundhog, grey, 
 As he lies in his bed asleep. 
 
 And dreams of the summer time far away. 
 While our fingers sting and our noses weep. 
 
 In the days gone by there have been some tho, 
 Who have doubted this prophet wise, 
 
 But now we can see them meekly go 
 And mournfully hide their eyes. 
 
 How has this wizard learned to know 
 What is hidden from you and me, 
 
 How the winter days shall come and go. 
 And when shall the spring time be. 
 
 Does he, like the Priestess in days of old, 
 By a system of signs and nods 
 
 Place his nose to a cleft and smell out the cold. 
 As she did the will of the Gods. 
 
 Does he know by the caterpillar's tail. 
 Or the corn husk in the fall. 
 
 Or by the moss on an old fence rail? 
 No, he sees his shadow, that's all. 
 
 We will now record what we know of the Carroll family. 
 Deborah Carroll, daughter of Edward and Elizabeth Car- 
 roll, was born in County Antrim, Ireland, September 15. 
 1791, and came with her family to America when she was 
 eleven years old. After moving several times they finally 
 settled in Columbiana county, near New Garden. She 
 married William Baylis Randolph April 10th, 1831. Thomp- 
 son and Lydia Anne Randolph, their only children, are 
 spoken of elsewhere in this record. Deborrah Carroll 
 was a very good industrious woman. It is said that she 
 
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and her older sisters used to gather and pile up brush In 
 their father's clearing near Liverpool and cry to go back 
 to Ireland, but they could never go back. Their father 
 had loa most of his property in Ireland by going security 
 for men who would not pay their debts. She was forty 
 years old when she and grandfather were married. Sho 
 was a Hicksite Friend, and when the church committee 
 came to deal with her for marrying out of meeting and 
 asked her if she was not sorry she had done so. She an- 
 swered that she was not sorry, but for some reason they 
 did not turn her out. She was taken sick with a disease 
 that the doctors did not seem to understand, and died 
 suddenly on the 2nd day of June 1849. She rests in 
 Woodsdale cemetery. 
 
 I now quote from the history of the Carrolls, written 
 by Mrs. Mary Bewly, daughter of Ed Carroll, my grand- 
 uncle. Some of this record she had copied from an ac- 
 count written by her father: 
 
 "Edward Carroll, a member of the Presbyterian church 
 of Moira, County Antrim, Ireland, one and one-half miles 
 east on the Lesburn road, was married to Sarah Bell of 
 Ballandary Meeting of the Society of Friend?. The his- 
 tory of the family is that they were Catholic. The grand- 
 father of Ed Carroll, the Presbyterian, was named Thomas. 
 He was a lieutenant colonel in the army of King James H 
 of England. After he had turned Catholic and abdicated 
 the throne, and while he was helping the Irish to fight 
 England, Thomas Carroll commanded Carroll's Dragons, 
 and was killed at the Battle of the Boyne in 1690. His 
 sons were taken prisoners by the Protestant army. His 
 father was Daniel Carroll of Litterluna. Ed Carroll, son 
 of Ed Caroll and Sarah Bell, was born in the large stone 
 house built by his father, and my father w*as born there." 
 
 I now copy her father's record: "My father (Edward 
 Carroll) was married in 1775 to Elizabeth Murray, daugh- 
 ter of Joseph and Marjery Murray, of County^-^Afirim. They 
 came to America in 1801, remained in Philadelphia, Pa., 
 six weeks. While there Isaac, an infant of two years, diecS 
 and was buried in Arch Street graveyard. They arrived 
 the 21st day of May. They then had nine children, namely, 
 John, Joseph, Thomas, and Isaac; Sarah, Marjery, Eliza, 
 and Deborah. My father purchased a wagon and three 
 horses and started West. There was a turnpike as far as 
 
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Lancaster, Pa.; after that the way was rough enough. 
 Ours was the first wagon passed from London to McCon 
 nelsville on the Chambersburg road; arrived at Redstone., 
 rented a house and placed the family there while my 
 father and brother John crossed the Ohio river into the 
 then great Northwestern territory, to look for land to settle 
 upon. My sister, Anne, was born in Redstone, Pa. We 
 settled upon a place called Black Flats, Jefferson county, 
 Ohio, St. Clair township, six miles from Georgetown; 
 bought 640 acres of excellent land; ten acres was cleared 
 and had a fine spring. We were two and one-half miles 
 from the river. Lived on the land eight years, cleared 
 one hundred and five acres and planted an orchard. The 
 nearest neighbors were more than a mile distant for over 
 three yearr. There was no Friends' meeting near us. 
 The Moravian road passed us. John Hackenweilder, 
 Bishop of the Moravians, frequently stopped wnth us on 
 his way to a Moravian settlement sixty miles away. The 
 Indians, too, would stay with us on their way to George- 
 town, their trading point. We were well acquainted with 
 Andrew and Adam Poe of Indian notoriety. My father 
 bought our first cow in America from Andrew Poe. My 
 father gave $1,220 for this land, and in eight years sold 
 it for $3,200. We took away with us five hor:es, thirty- 
 two head of cattle, twenty-seven head of sheep (had lost 
 over one hundred head by wolves) and seventy-two head 
 of hogs. We purchased 160 acres in New Garden settle- 
 ment in Columbiana county, Ohio, where there was a 
 large community of Friends. There was no land cleared 
 on the farm, but soon cleared up, had a good brick house, 
 a barn, a fine orchard and a delightful spring near the 
 door. My father and mother lived here twenty years. 
 They then sold it and came to live with me just after I lost 
 my dear wife in 1831. My father died in February, 1832, 
 just before the great fiood. He died suddenly of apoplexy. 
 My mother died in 1835. They were both buried in New 
 Garden graveyard (now Woodsdale). My brother John 
 left us in 1803, went to New Orleans, then to N«w York, 
 from there to Charleston, S. C, entered into partnership 
 with his cousin, John Davis (my father's sister's son). 
 They traded between Charleston and Genoa. He was 
 appointed consul at Leghorn from Charleston, his prop- 
 erty in Leghorn was threatened with confiscation by the 
 
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French, but being an American citizen he was liberated. 
 Later he was commissariat to Napoleon's army, went to 
 Moscow with the army. On his return he settled in 
 South America at Rio Janeiro. He married a Spanish 
 lady and became very wealthy. In 1831 he started to 
 visit his parents in Ohio, but was taken ill with yellow 
 fever on the ship and died, leaving no children." 
 
 Here ends the narrative ot -Ed- Carroll. He is said to 
 have been a very unfortunate man in business affairs and 
 was always borrowing money of his father and other 
 relatives. He was a very powerful man and good with 
 his fists. It is said he knocked down three Irishmen who 
 raised a disturbance in his court while he was justice 
 of the peace in Lisbon, Ohio. He died in Philadelphia in 
 1868. 
 
 Thomas Carroll studied medicine and became a suc- 
 cessful physician in Cincinnati. He left two sons and 
 one daughter. 
 
 Joseph Carroll settled in Clinton county, Ohio. We 
 know but little concerning his descendants. 
 
 Sarah Carroll was the oldest of the girls. She could 
 remember seeing the heads of the Irish Nationalists stuck 
 up on poles on the public square in the town of Lesburn, 
 Ireland. This was in 1798, the last attempt the Irish 
 made to gain their freedom from England. Sarah Carroll 
 married James Whinnery of near New Garden. Of their 
 thirteen children James Whinnery, Jr., alone survives. 
 He is now eighty-eight years of age. 
 
 Dr. John C. Whinnery, now deceased, was another son. 
 He was a successful dentist and became wealthy. Eighty- 
 two years after the Carrolls left Ireland Dr. John C. 
 Whinnery and his daughter visited the old Carroll home- 
 stead. They found a peasant man of great age living 
 nearby who could remember when Ed Carroll moved away 
 from the old home. 
 
 Mrs. Abby Bosworth, who died this summer, at the age 
 of eighty-four years, was one of the daughters. Her son, 
 John Bosworth, killed by his insane father, Delos Bos- 
 worth, in 1891, was a particular friend of the writer's. 
 
 Marjery Carroll married William Whinnery of near 
 New Garden. Of their eleven children there are but three 
 now living: Elijah, Joshua and Jason. Elijah and Joshua 
 
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are over eighty years of age. L 
 this family lived to be quite old. 
 
 Eliza Carroll died while the family iiv^ 
 Liverpool. 
 
 Anne Carroll married Abel Thomas. The 
 yet living are John, Charles and Jacob. 
 
 Doctor Joha C. Whinnery told that his grandly 
 sister married a Mr. Davis, and that Jefferson Davis 
 great Confederate leader) was decended from him. 
 have th.v from no one excei^t the Doctor, but he is con- 
 sidered very good authority. While not agreeing with 
 old leff in politics, yet we must all admit that he was a 
 m- .of great force and courage. 
 
 By means of the old records in c^^nd, the Carroll 
 family can trace its genealogy far back into "The Night 
 of Time." The meaning of the name Carroll is per verse. 
 The name was at one time McCarroU, which means the 
 son of Carroll, and afterwards O'Carroll, which means 
 grandson of Carroll. It was once O'Carroll Ely. 
 
 The Carrolls can trace their descent back to Milesius, 
 King of Braganza in Spain, who, was descended from 
 Fenius Farsa, King of Scythia. The tribe went from 
 Scythia to Egypt and then back to Scythia, and finally, 
 under Milesius, they settled in Spain, where they stayed 
 for thirty years, when a great drouth caused several 
 years of famine. The chiefs of Milesius met in Briganza 
 and decided to abandon their settlement. In this they 
 were encouraged by Caicer, their Druid, who told them 
 that they should travel until they discovered the most 
 western island, where they should settle and flourish for 
 ages. Ith, the uncle of Milesius, headed the first expedi- 
 tion to Ireland. He lost his life fighting the natives, and 
 after the death of Milesius his eight sons, with their 
 mother and cousin, sailed for Ireland. Before reaching 
 land they were caught in a great storm and more than 
 half their ships, with five sons of Milesiu, were lost. The 
 three sons, Heber Fionn, Heremon and Amhergin, with 
 their mother, Scota, and their cousin, Lugadh, son of 
 Ith, landed safely and conquered the people of Ireland, 
 who were called, "The Tuatha De Dainains." This was 
 about the year 940 B. C. Heber Fionn was induced by 
 his wife to make war on his brother, Heremon, and in 
 the battle of Geisoil Heber was slain by his brother. 
 
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Jed from Conn of a Hundred 
 French, but being an.g' of Ireland about 148 A. D. 
 Later he was ^^ghteen letters in the alphabet of the old 
 Moscow ^'age, and each letter is the name of a tree. 
 South Am^^j,^jjg ^j Carrolltown, in Maryland, are related 
 lady and^j^.jy Thomas Carroll (who was killed at the 
 visit hr J ^j^g Boyne) had a brother Charles who settled' 
 Ivlaryland in 1688 with Lord Baltimore. His sobt, 
 Charles Carroll, called the first citizen of Maryland, was 
 the only signer of the Declaration of Indepen(i€jv?e who 
 fearlessly signed his address to that document. He was 
 a devout Catholic and was the last survivor of the si\-<^'>rs 
 of the Declaration. He died in 1S33, being in his nintYv 
 sixth year. 
 
 Here is the motto on the Carroll coat-of-arms: "In 
 Fide et in Bello Fortis" — a Latin inscription, which 
 means: "Brave in Faith and Brave in War." The pic- 
 ture of it is described as two lions rampant supporting a 
 sword pointed upward on the sprouting stump of an oak 
 tree, while a hawk is rising in the air. 
 
 This concludts the history of the Carroll family. 
 
 As "The Lethean Slumbers of Forgetfulnes" overtake 
 us, one by one, we shall take our places in the halls of 
 silence to rest forever with "The Happy Dead," and per- 
 chance it may occur when I am slumbering in Nirvana 
 ("The Endless Sleep") that some descendent of the Ran- 
 dolphs, curious to learn the history of his family, in 
 looking over old letters and forgotten papers, will dis- 
 cover this crude record of mine. 
 
 QUIEN SABE. 
 
 Written in 1906, by CLARENCE C. RANDOLPH. 
 
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